Idioticozzy

The Petty Kingdom of Gwynedd

Llywelyn growls at the oncoming blockades and raids from this 'Jarl' of Man. However, no matter what, Llywelyn shall put up a fight. Llywelyn has a plan.

700 troops are sent down to Milford Haven to recapture the port, allowing the French reinforcements to dock and land. In total, 3,000 French troops disembark, heading north to join the rest of the Welsh army. The two halves finally meet, creating a formidable army of roughly around 7,000 troops, and 38 ships.

Ship builders in wales flock to the relatively safe port of Milford Haven, bringing huge amounts of wood supplies, it is the only place to build ships, and Wales is going to need ships. ((10 new ships in 2 pages))

"To the Uniter of Ireland,

Unfortunetly, I can not come to your isles and set eyes upon your beautiful daughter yet. Nearly every port of my country is blockaded, and I am fighting of raids from the Norwegian scum lords. The only thing I ask of you is to help me fight off these raiders and barbarians, perhaps to create a strong, united Kingdom."

"To the Scoundrel they call The 'Jarl' of Man,

If you do not cease your attacks, you will recieve all the consequences that you deserve" ((1 page to reply))

The Petty Kingdom of Gwynedd

Llywelyn looks out onto the smokey Anglo-Welsh Border from the mountain he had once stood on a few years back at the beginning of his reign. He had accomplished much in his short reign so far, and his ultimate goal for uniting the whole of Wales was so close, yet so far. Llywelyn glances at the burning horizon once more, before heading back to Caenarfon.

Llywelyn slouches in his throne, listening to the Jarl of Man's proposal.

"So even if their was a possi-"

"Do you know how the border is one fire, Jarl?"

"Bandits and Brigands I have been told"

"Not quite, my lord. When I set England ablaze, I expect your support, will I get it?"

Attacks on the English have increased in ferocity, but still remain anonymous. Led by Llywelyn's new elite force, they have even started attacking English border forts, of course, shooting all messenger pigeons and hunting down wandering eyes to limit the spread of rumours of attack.

"To the most Illustrious, Glorious, Noble King Louis of France,

From our previous discussion about the dreaded kingdom of England, I have, of course, kept our alliance of ours as quiet as possible, and I must request, when I take my rightful land back from the English scum, may I ask for a small French force to accompany my force when I take these lands? I hope I get your reply swiftly, and will be forever in your debt if you do decide to support my invasion.

Signed, King Llywelyn of Gwynedd"

"What if Dorf or Orc or Tent people attack? Truce broken then?"

Oryol walks down to Pevnost and the Work in Progress Keep, only to find a circus just on the doorstep. Oryol gets pushed and shoved by busy circus workers, as he tries to get out the way, he notices a sign saying "The Emerald Company". Oryol pauses for a moment, before shaking his head. "Erhm.. What?"

((basically, why is there a circus right in front of us?))

"Da Da Da!"

"So Da...Slaughter innocent Humans"

"So you said we are the tyrants, and that you are bringing justice to the realm, and now you just want to slaughter innocent humans?"

"Godani Jest Weilki!"

(( Generally speaking , the force of firing a crossbow from your 'hip' without proper support behind it , it's going to crack or break some bones in your hand or forearm. ))

 

((Ohhh, mi gets now))

(( Good luck with that broken arm mate. ))

 

((why does he have a broken arm, i don't get it))

The Petty Kingdom of Gwynedd

Llywelyn recievies both replies from the Irish and the French, noting the fact that the alliance must be kept secret, and ponders why a French princess wouldn't want to marry a handsome Welshman like himself. Like the French, Llywelyn begins small time raids on the English counties of Gwent and Glamorgen in South Wales, not declaring out right war, yet still breaking down the English whilst they are occupied with Sweden.

Five Longboats sail out from Anglesy, heading towards the Dublin coast, carrying the 500 promised troops, mostly Longbowmen. These five ships also carry a request to DUBLIN stating a proposal of  marriage between King Llywelyn and an Irish Princess.

Furthermore, the defences of the borders between Wales and England have finally completed their constructions. If an English invasion was to occur, it would be very difficult indeed.

Llywelyn also plans to increase the size of his war machine. Putting in laws that make it compulsury for boys over the age of 6 to practice archery after Church on Sundays, and the same goes for noble children, only with sword-play. (6 pages, as this will greatly increase the military)

Messages are sent out into Glamorgen and Gwent to the Welsh gentry and peasantry to plot against their English oppressors and to restore the great and powerful Kingdom of Wales under Llywelyn's leadership. This message is accompanied by a plea for secrecy.

(MOD REQ: To say how badly the welsh gentry and peasantry in the south wales english counties rebel, if at all)

"To the Just and Pious King of Aragon,

I hope your campaign against the Muslim scum is successful, I may send troops and I hope we can arrange some sort of trade agreement, yes?

Signed Llywelyn, King of Gwynedd"

"To the Glorious Leader of Holland,

I Llywelyn, King of Gwynedd, offer a trade agreement and perhaps a visit from me to discuss our two great nation futures, yes?"

The Petty Kingdom of Gwynedd

Llywelyn sits in his seat of power, the castle of Caenarfon, contemplating his next move. He knew if his country was to survive, he would need to destroy England, or at least weaken it. For now though, He must strengthen his borders, and build great alliances. The County of Dehuebarth has greatly increased its military strength and its production yeald, with the many tin mines and the green pastures of South Wales. Llywelyn hears the plans of an English invasion of Scotland, and worries even more.

Welsh borders with England are being strengthened, many defences and the like being built in case of a possible invasion. (2 turns)

The military has been increased in size due to the recent claim over the county of Dehuebarth, increasing the longbowmen to 1000, the Cavalry to 700, and the levy to 3000. also the ship count has increaed to 18. Llywelyn now plans to create an elite force, almost a Household guard, that would be better equiped then any other in wales. (3 turns)

"To the Glorious Count of Dublin,

I hope our alliance shall last for an eternity, I am pondering if you have heard of the English plans of Invasion of the Scots? I hope this worries you as much as it does me. I ask, if the English plan to invade the good country of Gwynedd, that you support us in battle? I, of course, will support your indeavours in Ireland.

Signed Llywelyn, King of Gwynedd"

"To the Just and Pious King of Aragon,

I hope your campaign against the Muslim scum is successful, and I hope we can arrange some sort of trade agreement, yes?

Signed Llywelyn, King of Gwynedd"

[EDIT: Sorry Brittany, didn't see the no flag bit :/]

Minecraft Name: idioticozzy

Skype: thekillerman112

Age: 11

Soldier or Villager: can i be both? lol?

IC name: Donald!

IC age:  16

Race: human lol!

Reason for joining us: i relly like want to fight, and i heard ur good?

Main Skills: fighting! i'm relly good at sneaking and also bow. I'm relly big and strong but also clever xD

The Petty Kingdom of Gwynedd

Llywelyn stood on the wind swept mountains of North Wales, peering over his rocky land. His eyes trailed over to the lush, green pastures of the English towards the west, His greedy eyes taking in all.

"Soon"

The Kingdom was a wreck. The English were taking Welsh land by the acre every day, and the coffers were completely empty. Furthermore, their was still the little problem of the county of Dehuebarth to the south. Llywelyn's Chancellor begins to write a document which would allow him to lay claim to the county below, falsifying the fact that it is part of the Duchy of Gwynedd, allowing Llywelyn to lay claim of it via De jure laws.

Llywelyn writes on simple message to the Count of Dehuebarth.

"Join my kingdom or be destroyed,

Yours truly, King Llwelyn the Great"

Llwelyn's next task was to find enemies of England. His first idea was the good ol' French Frogs.

"To the Glorious King of France,

I, Llywelyn, King of Gwynedd, seeks to create some sort of alliance between our two great nations, and as I am unwed, perhaps even a binding of our two mighty houses, how about it?"

"To the Duke of Brittany,

I, Llywelyn, King of Gwynedd, suggests a trade agreement, yes?"

"To the Amazing, most wonderful Dublinian Leader,

I, Llywelyn, King of Gwynedd, suggest a trade agreement and an alliance of some sort, yes?"

"To the GREAT  Trade Nation of Venice,

I, Llywelyn, King of Gwynedd, suggest a trade agreement between our two glorious nations. I hear you are in short supply of sheep, Yes? Our sheep are the best in the known world! That would surely give you the one up over your rival, smelly Genoa, no?"

"To the GREAT  Trade Nation of Genoa,

I, Llywelyn, King of Gwynedd, suggest a trade agreement between our two glorious nations. I hear you are in short supply of sheep, Yes? Our sheep are the best in the known world! That would surely give you the one up over your rival, smelly Venice, no?"

Skype Name (Recommended): idioticozzy

Nation: Gwynedd KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN

Reasonable Starting Military Strength (Ships, Soldiers): Several Hundred horseman, around two to three thousand levy/foot soldiers and about five hundred welsh longbowmen. Also a dozen longboats.

Backstory (If Any): Dafydd, Prince of Gwynedd lies on his deathbed as weak old man. His son, Llywelyn, a rising military strategist, is fighting off swarms of English scum when he hears about talk of a second crusade, and wonders what it will have in store for his soon to become kingdom.

Have You Read The Rules: Khaaan

How much of the nations history are you aware of: A lot.

((damn ozzy she told you!!!

 

 *cries*

Meanwhile , Oren still loses.

 

**** gonna get real though. Flayin it up till the butthurt overwhelms.

 

Just a reminder about feedback threads.... lets cut the arguing and get to a solution.

 

We are saying solution. Solution = Rematch and get a better toaster to host server.

Oren seems only able to whine, so i shall post a video soon

 

Plz no insults

Maybe if ya showed up on time :D We could have charged and killed all the luciens at 5 when it was scheduled to start, but we didn't. We waited for your guys to get there.Any sort of arriving late is not our fault. And at least 20-30 of our guys got rolled back too. Just because the same number on your side might have been means nothing. Same man to man ratio, only less men.

 

We're not blaming you D: I remember firestar thinking we get their at 5 and start at 5:10. You got to see this from our point of view.

Crash because of potato server lag

When I rejoin, says I'm dead.

2 mins later says Zions win.

See, gets your jimmies rustled

How does one measure this when rolled back/getting shot at?

 

First off, some Gm or something said that Oren was affected by the roll back more, few pages back, also The Zions got there atleast 10 minutes before the Orenians, and so, due to logic, their must of been more Orenian roll backers than Zions.

Please Zions, find it in your heart to allow rematch.

((I thought sleeping giant was Oren?))

((Your military is, more or less, a cluster feck of random swearing and insults, the word "organized" is far from the army you have))

 

((Ahahaha and you are?))

Oryol screamed along with the rest of the Order of Stranniks, cheering and chanting "GODANI JEST WIELKI!".